Penelope : $b or, Love's labour lost. A novel. Volume 3 (of 3)Scargill, William Pitt
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Penelope : $b or, Love's labour lost. A novel. Volume 3 (of 3)
Scargill, William Pitt
England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
At this reply Lady Aimwell was struck with tenfold astonishment. And
we will here do her ladyship the justice to acknowledge, that whatever
might be the spirit of her endeavours, they were certainly directed
with a view to the young lady’s good. For Lady Aimwell, though not the
brightest woman in the world, could easily see that a negociation of
this kind was not very likely to terminate in making Miss Glossop a
countess. Therefore, when this acknowledgment had been thus extorted
from the young lady, her more sagacious relative replied with a very
natural expression of astonishment, mingled also with an indication of
pity and a slight tincture of contempt:
“Surely, Miss Glossop, you will not suffer yourself to be led away by
such idle and foolish stories! Do you, can you for a moment, imagine
that if Lord Spoonbill had any serious and honorable intentions, he
would send messages to you by a third person. I must insist upon it
that you will not give Colonel Crop any farther encouragement to talk
such nonsense. What would your father say to us if he knew that such
folly, such wickedness I may say, was encouraged under our roof?”
Lady Aimwell’s intention was good, but it was not duly appreciated
by the young lady in whose behalf it was manifested. And, instead of
gratefully acknowledging her ladyship’s kindness, and humbly promising
to follow her ladyship’s good advice, Miss Glossop, with a most
arrogant air, rejected the good counsel and said, “I think I know how
to govern myself without your ladyship’s assistance. You make pretty
pretensions enough to what you say is all for my good. The plain fact
is, you are merely mortified at my good fortune.”
There was something so outrageously insulting in this last speech,
that Lady Aimwell was absolutely unable to make an immediate reply,
and the contending parties looked at each other for a few moments in
perfect silence, and with flushed and angry countenances. Lady Aimwell
after a while, as soon as she could recover from her overwhelming
astonishment, replied, “Very pretty language, Miss Glossop; very
grateful and respectful, indeed! However, I will take care that I shall
not be so insulted again; and perhaps if I cannot persuade you, I may
find some one who can.”
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